"The news? A little bit," Marzia said, motioning 'kind of,' "The superhero stuff?" She scoffed, gesturing to the damage surrounding them. "Look around you, they're nowhere to be found. They 'saved us,' sure, but what about now? There are still people injured, buildings are broken– people will lose their homes, and where are they?" Marzia questioned.
Winston smiled at her response, pleased. Maybe she wouldn't be mad, then.
"Let's get back to my place before anything else happens," he said, pointing down the road in the direction of his home.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm coming." Marzia smiled, shaking her head. She looked over to Winston and noticed his rough appearance, and missing shoe. "You sure you okay? You look a little beat. I know I am, so don't be surprised if I drop dead in the middle of the street." She joked.
"Nah," he said, shaking off a bit of rubble from his jacket. "I'm fine. Don' know where my shoe went, though. Walkin' is hard as shit without it."
Marzia chuckled softly, watching as he hobbled along unevenly. She slipped one of her heels off and held it up.
"See? Now we're matching."
